“Fuck, Belle, aren’t you sore?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned even as he was pushing me back against the doorframe. His head lowered to take my nipple into his mouth and suck on the hard, pink nub, and I arched back and groaned.
“Yes, but I still want more,” I sighed, my hand going to his hair as his other hand slipped between my legs, pushing them apart so he could push a thick finger inside of me. I gasped as he stretched me wide. My body was already ready for him and I fumbled at his jeans.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled, his mouth working its way up from my breasts to my throat.
“So don’t,” I sighed, lifting a leg up to his waist to give him deeper access to my body. He knew exactly the spot that I liked, and he hooked his finger and hit it repeatedly until I was a trembling mess on the brink of an orgasm within seconds.
I’d finally gotten his jeans open and was frantically pushing them down his thighs when his cell began to ring. Beast hesitated until I gripped him in my hand and began to slide up and down his hard length. He grunted against my throat, his mouth moving up to my chin, nibbling and licking a path to my mouth where we fell into a kiss.
I hooked my leg around his back, wanting to coax him inside of me, but he was so much taller than me that it was never going to work. He realized what I was trying to do and his hands gripped my waist, lifting me up and pulling me back down onto his hard length. He filled me up as I gasped into his open mouth, my hands in his hair as he thrust slowly and deliciously into my body, setting every nerve ending on fire.
“Oh God…” I cried into his mouth, my body ready to go off like a firework already. “Beast…” I cried out as he thrust harder and harder, my entire trailer rocking dangerously. He slid in and out of me, hitting every nerve and setting them off until I was exploding around him like a Fourth of July firework.
I threw my head back and cried out into the early morning air, not caring who or what I woke up, and he continue to push into me harder and harder until the force of his thrusts made the entire trailer shake in its foundations. I felt him swell inside of me before finally coming in a flurry of thrusts and fuck me’s as he found his own release.
Beast pressed his forehead against mine as our breathing slowed, and then he kissed me like it was our first kiss. His tongue moving slowly, tenderly, his hips still rocking gently into me, each delicious movement turning my mind and my body to Jell-O.
His kisses were possessive, yet delicate in their own way. Raw and carnal. With Beast there was no such thing as just a kiss. With Beast there was only end-of-the-world kisses, that he gave everything he was into.
Slowly, he slid out of me and lowered me back to the ground. “Fuck, Belle,” he grunted. He pushed his hands into my hair, pushing it back from my face and tipping me up to look at him. His eyes searched my face for a moment, and it felt like he could see into my soul. Like he could see every wrong or right thing I’d ever done in my life. Satisfied with what he saw, he ran a thumb across my swollen bottom lip.
“Ain’t never letting you go,” he finally said, his voice hoarse and his gaze burning with intensity. “Not fuckin’ ever.”
My face split into a smile and his thumb ran across my lip again as he smiled right back.
Beast grabbed both sides of my dressing gown and pulled them together, tying it closed, and I giggled because the realization that I’d just had sex in my doorway where anyone could have seen me was finally hitting me. What was it with this man that made me so reckless?
He pulled his jeans up and fastened them. “Any more of that coffee left?” he asked, and I nodded and grabbed my mug from the step before heading inside to make us both one.
My cupboards and fridge were full of food from what he’d bought the day before, and I fixed us up something to eat and made fresh coffee and we sat and ate it in silence, both of us chewing and watching each other before smiling.
Both of us waiting for the other to finish so we could go back to bed again.
As he swiped the last of his toast around his plate to soak up the juices, I squeezed my thighs together, more than ready for him. Watching him eat was like watching graphic porn; every bite, every chew, every swallow was filled with seduction and desire, and I was practically panting for him by the time he swallowed the last of his coffee.
He slammed his cup down and stood up, grabbing my hand. “Okay, come on then.”
I laughed and let him pull me to the bedroom, more than ready for his caveman action, but the sound of motorcycles outside had us both stopping in our tracks.
His phone started to ring again as the motorcycles got louder and louder until it sounded like there were a hundred of them outside my trailer. I squeezed his hand, suddenly terrified they’d come for me. That his club hadn’t accepted me and had decided to kill me instead.
“Beast?” I whispered his name, too terrified to say any other word.
“I’ve got this, babe. Go get dressed,” he grunted, pushing me toward my bedroom as he stalked toward the door. Sunlight illuminated the trailer as he opened the door, gripping the top of the frame as he watched motorcycles pulling to a stop in front of the trailer. “Go, Belle. Put some clothes on,” he ordered, all softness gone from his tone.
I skittered toward my bedroom quickly, my legs shaking as I wondered what was happening.
My bedroom was a mess, clothes and blankets, Chinese food and beer bottles scattered everywhere, and I grew increasingly upset as I struggled to find something to wear. My mom had stolen most of my nicest things, and the resentment I had for her grew in my chest like a black hole. I finally pulled out an old black T-shirt I couldn’t remember ever buying and some blue denim shorts, and I dressed quickly. I could hear lots of voices talking, but no one seemed to be shouting or yelling so I took that as a good sign as I pulled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head and slipped on some sandals.
I made my way back down the hallway, hesitant but determined not to run away from whatever this new challenge was. I wanted Beast to know that I was strong and I would stand by him. I’d said I would do whatever it took to make his club accept me, and I meant it. Especially after the last twenty-four hours we’d just shared.
“Beast?” I said quietly as I came up behind him.
He turned, his expression hard, but softening once he saw me. He reached for me, pulling me to his chest automatically, and I fell into him, embracing the safety that he offered.
Most of his club was parked outside my trailer, or so it seemed. Men that I had seen at the club before. Men I had spoken to on many occasions, and men I hadn’t seen before. But they were all part of his club. They all wore the same patch of the Devil’s Highwaymen. And they all wore the same grim expression.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, looking up into his face.
I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, his gaze still on his brothers. He took a deep breath and tore his gaze away from them to look down at me.
“Beast?” I said his name again when he still hadn’t replied. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. Just tell me what it is.”
“They have Mateo and Carlos,” he said, his voice like stone.
I frowned, surprised by his emotionless tone. I thought he would have been on his bike and out of there so he could kill them, but instead he just looked worried and frustrated.